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It was fifty-fifty for Charlotte.
“Do you think Shane could have hurt her?”
“No!” Steph stopped, staring at the wall. “Maybe,” she whispered. “He—he’s sometimes not nice.”
I clenched my jaw, but quickly released it again. “Has he ever hurt you?”
“He has a temper,” she replied, avoiding the question. “Especially if he’s been drinking.”
That wasn’t an answer, but it was enough.
“What about your husband?”
She didn’t move for a second, then slowly raised her chin, understanding dawning on her face. “You think he might have killed Declan?”
I crouched down in front of her and met her eyes. “Stephanie, I’d bet the reason Charlotte was here was to ask you if you were the one who’d killed Declan.”
Stephanie looked at me for a moment, then barked out a laugh. “That wouldn’t surprise me.”
“She came to me last night and tried to tell me she suspected you. I ignored her. I already knew everything she was trying to tell me.” I swallowed. “I think she came to ask you herself. She never was very good at leaving well alone.”
“You think she came here, and Shane intercepted her?”
“I’d prefer not to think it, but I can’t help it. Where else would she be?”
Stephanie’s throat bobbed, and she went to say something, but Jamie rushed in.
“We’ve got his car,” Jamie said, looking at me. “A two-car crash was called in seconds before they confirmed his plate. There’s another unit here to sort this. We’ve gotta go.”
The entire world stopped for a second, frozen in time.
Two-car crash.
For all we knew, Lottie was in that car, and I doubted the blood on the island belonged to Shane.
If she was hurt—or worse—I would never, ever forgive myself.
“Let’s fucking go.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
LOTTIE
There was something in my mouth. Thick, cottony, and the most uncomfortable thing I’d ever had between my lips, and I’d given blow jobs.
I couldn’t move, either. My wrists were tied together, and I was rolled in the foetal position. My ankles were free, and I could move them, but my right one throbbed like an absolute bitch.
It didn’t have a patch on my head, though.
Mother of God, I’d never had such a terrible headache in my life.
Wait.
Was I moving?
I blinked and forced my eyes open. It was pitch-black in here, wherever here was, but I was moving. Gently. Slowly. I was being rocked, almost.
I was in a car.
